Commander Gareth stood next to the landing platform. He watched the
one drop ship land, one badly damaged drop ship. He shook his head,
silently swearing deep inside. He had a limited amount of men and resource,
being that the colony was small. Even repairs on a drop ship cost more than
he wanted to spend.
Queso-Gwin strolled up to the Commander. The Protoss watched the drop ship unload. Five Marines exited the ship, while another two hauled a Zealot out. Queso knew what had happened. Like many before, his Zealots had defended the Terran as they fled. Queso noted with some amusement that one Marine had remained behind. One had given away his place, his route to safety, so that an injured Protoss could live to fight on. Not all Terran were cowards.
The commander turned and walked back. Queso turned as well, striding forward. The commander would report, and so would Queso.
"Commander, your information has proven useful," Arcturus Mengsk replied. "This Zerg presence is surprising, to say the least. Be on your guard."
Gareth nodded and opened his mouth to speak. Arcturus, who had more to say, silenced him.
"Defend your colony, Commander," he stated. "Use any means necessary, but do not attempt to engage the Zerg. Defense only. I will send back."
"With all do respect Sir," Gareth answered. "I feel my Colony, though small, can manage a small Zerg nest on its own."
"You may have faith in your colony, Commander," Arcturus smiled wickedly. "I for one, do not. Defend only." Arcturus' screen shut off.
[Commander,] Queso's face appeared on the screen. [My soldiers will follow your order. I believe cooperation is needed between all sides if we are to with stand the Zerg onslaught.]
"Thank you," Gareth said. He fought to keep down his temper. Arcturus' words stung him.
"Commander, the Border Colony of Cal Norack is under attack from Zerg forces," Gareth's informant said. The Commander sighed.
"Give order for the Colony to stand ground. Reinforcements will arrive shortly. Send five drop ships. Fill 'em with Marines and Firebats," the Commander ordered.
[Commander, My ship and a small group of my forces flies near Cal Norack. I will aide your Border Colony, with your leave,] Queso said. Gareth nodded and answered a quick "Go ahead."
The Zerg were out there, Private James knew. He sweated inside his Combat armor. Soon, they would come for him and his fellow soldiers. Cal Norack was weak, and James knew it.
A low hum brought him to the present. He looked up in the air and laughed with joy. The Protoss were here. All around James soldiers cried out. They laughed like James. They might hold after all.
A small fleet of shuttles began to land. Zealots and Dragoons left each ship, forming a wall of Protoss. The warriors wordlessly strode to positions. James watched as two Zealots stood right beside him.
Cal Norack was ready for battle.
Tologa watched the Protoss exit their shuttles. The overlord was un- impressed. In the back of his mind madness boiled, but the calm will of the next Zerg ruler kept it at bay. Tologa was needed.
Below the overlord its minions waited. A swarm of Zergling and Hydralisks mulled about. Larger Ultralisks stood still, their small minds completely controlled. Tologa waited.
When the command finally came the Zerg horde screamed forward. The Terran before them was in clear site, the perfect moment. The calm leader of Zerg released its hold, and the insanity of the Zerg was unleashed.
James watched as the horde came at him. His pulse pounded, terror grabbing at his mind. The wave of Zerg rose to a shrieking fury, insanity showing as the convulsed and frothed at the mouth.
James fired his weapon, wishing it would go faster. Around him brave men turned paled but held their ground. Protoss showed no fear, their Psi- Blades activating instantly. James envied their courage.
The Zerg came nearer; the Hydralisks spitting their acid vomit at the Terran. A man caught it in the face. The acid ate through the helmet, burning his skin and exposing bone. He died with a long scream of pain and anguish.
James breath quickened, his finger working fast. His 8mm C-14 Gauss Rifle fired its spikes. A Zergling toppled as his fire killed it. Two more sprang to take its place. James yelled in fear.
The Zerg reached the defensive line. The Protoss Zealots roared a battle cry and entered the combat. Their fury matched that of the Zerg, and their superior armor aloud them to with stand all in their path.
James sighed for a moment as the Zealots held against the Zerg. He raised his rifle and sprayed a round. The Zerg in front of him bucked from the impact and kept coming. He fired again. Thing were bad.
A Zergling leapt on a Marine from behind. She cried in pain as the terror sliced through her defenses, then ripped off a chunk of skin and armor. It tore her helmet from her head.
A Zealot killed the Zergling, helping the Marine up before moving on. The Marine breathed heavily, her wound bleeding freely. James could see her suffering, but he had his own problems.
The marine didn't suffer long. Another Zergling leapt at her, cutting away her front armor before burrowing deep into her chest. Its face came out the other side of her, coated in blood. James fired a round into its head.
"Pull back to the City, Pull back," a captain yelled. James and the others hurried to obey. He and his fellows rushed back to the city, to the safety of bunkers and heavy support.
James felt a searing pain run through him. He gaped ahead of him, frozen in place. He felt his waist, looking at the blood coating his hand. He raised his head in a mute scream, and fell forward, cut in two.
The Ultralisk stomped forward, cutting more soldiers down. Its tree trunk sized legs squashed James body, squirting gore around it. Cal Norack was falling.
Queso-Gwin strolled up to the Commander. The Protoss watched the drop ship unload. Five Marines exited the ship, while another two hauled a Zealot out. Queso knew what had happened. Like many before, his Zealots had defended the Terran as they fled. Queso noted with some amusement that one Marine had remained behind. One had given away his place, his route to safety, so that an injured Protoss could live to fight on. Not all Terran were cowards.
The commander turned and walked back. Queso turned as well, striding forward. The commander would report, and so would Queso.
"Commander, your information has proven useful," Arcturus Mengsk replied. "This Zerg presence is surprising, to say the least. Be on your guard."
Gareth nodded and opened his mouth to speak. Arcturus, who had more to say, silenced him.
"Defend your colony, Commander," he stated. "Use any means necessary, but do not attempt to engage the Zerg. Defense only. I will send back."
"With all do respect Sir," Gareth answered. "I feel my Colony, though small, can manage a small Zerg nest on its own."
"You may have faith in your colony, Commander," Arcturus smiled wickedly. "I for one, do not. Defend only." Arcturus' screen shut off.
[Commander,] Queso's face appeared on the screen. [My soldiers will follow your order. I believe cooperation is needed between all sides if we are to with stand the Zerg onslaught.]
"Thank you," Gareth said. He fought to keep down his temper. Arcturus' words stung him.
"Commander, the Border Colony of Cal Norack is under attack from Zerg forces," Gareth's informant said. The Commander sighed.
"Give order for the Colony to stand ground. Reinforcements will arrive shortly. Send five drop ships. Fill 'em with Marines and Firebats," the Commander ordered.
[Commander, My ship and a small group of my forces flies near Cal Norack. I will aide your Border Colony, with your leave,] Queso said. Gareth nodded and answered a quick "Go ahead."
The Zerg were out there, Private James knew. He sweated inside his Combat armor. Soon, they would come for him and his fellow soldiers. Cal Norack was weak, and James knew it.
A low hum brought him to the present. He looked up in the air and laughed with joy. The Protoss were here. All around James soldiers cried out. They laughed like James. They might hold after all.
A small fleet of shuttles began to land. Zealots and Dragoons left each ship, forming a wall of Protoss. The warriors wordlessly strode to positions. James watched as two Zealots stood right beside him.
Cal Norack was ready for battle.
Tologa watched the Protoss exit their shuttles. The overlord was un- impressed. In the back of his mind madness boiled, but the calm will of the next Zerg ruler kept it at bay. Tologa was needed.
Below the overlord its minions waited. A swarm of Zergling and Hydralisks mulled about. Larger Ultralisks stood still, their small minds completely controlled. Tologa waited.
When the command finally came the Zerg horde screamed forward. The Terran before them was in clear site, the perfect moment. The calm leader of Zerg released its hold, and the insanity of the Zerg was unleashed.
James watched as the horde came at him. His pulse pounded, terror grabbing at his mind. The wave of Zerg rose to a shrieking fury, insanity showing as the convulsed and frothed at the mouth.
James fired his weapon, wishing it would go faster. Around him brave men turned paled but held their ground. Protoss showed no fear, their Psi- Blades activating instantly. James envied their courage.
The Zerg came nearer; the Hydralisks spitting their acid vomit at the Terran. A man caught it in the face. The acid ate through the helmet, burning his skin and exposing bone. He died with a long scream of pain and anguish.
James breath quickened, his finger working fast. His 8mm C-14 Gauss Rifle fired its spikes. A Zergling toppled as his fire killed it. Two more sprang to take its place. James yelled in fear.
The Zerg reached the defensive line. The Protoss Zealots roared a battle cry and entered the combat. Their fury matched that of the Zerg, and their superior armor aloud them to with stand all in their path.
James sighed for a moment as the Zealots held against the Zerg. He raised his rifle and sprayed a round. The Zerg in front of him bucked from the impact and kept coming. He fired again. Thing were bad.
A Zergling leapt on a Marine from behind. She cried in pain as the terror sliced through her defenses, then ripped off a chunk of skin and armor. It tore her helmet from her head.
A Zealot killed the Zergling, helping the Marine up before moving on. The Marine breathed heavily, her wound bleeding freely. James could see her suffering, but he had his own problems.
The marine didn't suffer long. Another Zergling leapt at her, cutting away her front armor before burrowing deep into her chest. Its face came out the other side of her, coated in blood. James fired a round into its head.
"Pull back to the City, Pull back," a captain yelled. James and the others hurried to obey. He and his fellows rushed back to the city, to the safety of bunkers and heavy support.
James felt a searing pain run through him. He gaped ahead of him, frozen in place. He felt his waist, looking at the blood coating his hand. He raised his head in a mute scream, and fell forward, cut in two.
The Ultralisk stomped forward, cutting more soldiers down. Its tree trunk sized legs squashed James body, squirting gore around it. Cal Norack was falling.